If more people understood how nice it is to have a sense of home that extends past our locked doors, past our neighbors' padlocks, to the local food co-op and library, the sidewalks busted up by old trees - if we all held home with longer arms - we'd...
I don't really enjoy experiencing pain. No one does. But we will become less human if we learn to detach ourselves from one another to the point that when we experience death of a beautiful being (our mothers, our fathers, our sisters, our brothers, ...
Our understanding is correlative to our perception.
It's from our sufferings that we form our consciousness.
Our life is our only chance...
Our gifts are our weaponry
When we shift our perception, our experience changes.
There are a lots of clowns in our family - our house is a fun house.
Chance makes our parents, but choice makes our friends.
No, our greatness does not come from our government.
In our dreams we are always young.
We consider all our animals to be our kids.
We love our lovin'....but not like we love our freedom.
Our stories are different; our pain is the same.
Our patience will achieve more than our force.
Women rule our lives, don't they?
Years ago you followed someone here, in love with breath kissing the nape of your neck, back when it was easy to be at least two places at once.
It's been my experience that only children never learn when to keep their fucking traps shut. An older brother would have beat that out of you.
Day, the champion of the people, the one who can't bear to see those around him suffer on his behalf, who would gladly give his life for those he loves.
Someone's going to be very pleased to see you." "I don't think the Elector will be as excited as you think." "I wasn't talking about the Elector." My heart jumps at that.
I love you," I whisper over and over again. "Don't go," I close my eyes. My tears fall on his cheeks.
